Wollie Shellie is big-chested, big-hearted, and just as big a smash here as in her debut.
“In my next life,” says Wollie (Dating Dead Men, 2004), “if I’m a woman again, I’m going to be petite.” At the time, she’s stuck in the kind of narrow aperture hard for robust six-footers to negotiate. But troubles of that sort, though frequent in Wollie’s hectic life, are transitory. Smarts, guts, wit, indomitable sweetness, and irresistible charm are her constants. Wollie—short for Wollstonecraft, the name given her by a hippie mom who should never be allowed to stray from her ashram—is something of a TV star as her second adventure gets underway. Biological Clock, the reality show on which she’s a contestant, has provided some of the cash she needs to prop up her greeting-card business. And there’s a bonus in store if the audience decides she’s the best bet for eventual parenthood. Instead of that rosy future, a young woman friend vanishes, a young male friend of the young woman is murdered, and Biological Clock develops an unsettling dark side. Even more unsettling, however, is the advent of smooth, suave, hunky Simon Alexander. What’s a girl to do when an FBI agent turns out to be her type?
Lively prose, seamless plotting—and, good golly, there’s Wollie.